burning the dymaxion chronofile, setting us free

[enterthemirror]

so i understand "blogging" or diary-ing or journaling is meant to be a once in a while affair. but maybe i need to do it all the time. every half hour. like those people who record/ed everything they did in a day. i'll spare you stool analysis at the very least. anyways i will probably drag myself to lunch soon, as much as i don't want to. i keep thinking about how your brain will eventually (roommate update: he doesn't even like Tarantino, who already makes movies for the lowest common denominator. i don't like him [Tarantino]. how can you think Tarantino is too "slow"??? that's really bad!!!) how your brain will eventually get fucked if you stop giving it nutrients and amino acids and stuff which i guess contribute to the brain's wellbeing. that's pretty obvious in retrospect. anyways i am not at risk of malnourishment, lol, but i do certainly get that bataillean death drive urge to like. see how weird i can get my brain to be. i'm sorry brain. that's such a horrible thing to do to you. i love you so much and i'm sorry for thinking (weird, right?) of you this way. anyways. bleh i really dont want to go to lunch but i will just eat and come back and that'll be that. maybe i will even get myself a dessert. hopefully there will be fewer people there because weekend. i'm not an agoraphobe or anything but i'd just rather be secluded today. shrugging guy emoticon. actually i like him so much i'm going to go find him. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ there he is! i feel like a real internet user now. okay. i should probably get dressed now. i'm using too many periods... where are the other kinds of punctuation? maybe my brain degradation is already kicking in. god, i do want that to happen. in like a weird libidinal way. fuck you, bataille. anyways. i am going to get up and get dressed. goodbye :)